Chapter 5

 Janelle

This is completely insane!

Chris Mitchell is carrying me like a sack of potatoes over his shoulder, up the stairs of his multimillion dollar house, and I’m letting him.

No. I’m not letting him. I’m loving it.

I can feel the taut muscles in his back against my stomach and chest, and his arm wrapped like a vice around my waist. Even if I wanted to get away I couldn’t. I guess that’s what being one of the top football players in the country gets you.

And he smells amazing.

There’s a slight hint of deodorant or cologne in there, but his male scent is coming through and filling my nostrils. I suck in a deep, deep breath and fill my lungs with his smell. I haven’t been this close to a man in what feels like forever and I’d forgotten just how intoxicating it can be.

He doesn’t even seem to be having a hard time carrying me up the steps, and we’re on the second floor before I know it. The smell of beer and smoke and the sounds of the party start to fade as he turns right and takes me down a corridor.

Just how many rooms does this place have?

We reach a door and he practically kicks it open and I realize he’s taken me to his own wing of the house. He doesn’t just have his own bedroom, he has his own entire wing that opens into a large living room with modern furnishings, an enormous TV and an actual fireplace. I try to take the place in, but before I can, he’s shoving open the door to his bedroom.

“This is really nice,” I start to say, but before I can finish, Chris tosses me onto his enormous bed. I hit the sheets and look up at him in time to see him pulling his shirt off.

Oh – my – fuck!

He’s absolutely ripped. It’s like something out of a men’s magazine or a superhero movie. A full eight-pack that I could do dishes on, and a chest that looks like he could bench four hundred pounds. He’s got more muscles than I’ve ever seen on a man – more muscles than I even knew existed!

I guess you don’t know you’re into guys like this until you actually see one in person.

“Oh my God,” I whisper, but I guess he hears me, because a sly grin comes over his lips.

“Bet you never seen anything like this before,” he says.

“Well, aren’t you cocky!?” I say with a laugh. I can’t believe he actually said that!

“Oh, you’ll see just how cocky I am in a second.”

Before I can respond, Chris lunges forward and is down on his knees in front of me. Instinctively, I move back, but Chris grabs me by my ankles and pulls me toward him until half of me is hanging off the bed. With both hands, he yanks my skirt up above my waist.

It’s all happening so fast! But I can’t stop him – I don’t want to.

“Mmmm. Cute,” he says with a growl.

Thank God I’m wearing cute panties today. Maybe it’s fate. I wore a blue thong today for some reason. It’s actually time to do laundry and it’s all I had today.

“Yeah?” I ask him, wanting to hear his voice again. “You like them--?”

Before I can finish, Chris cuts me off. He reaches his index finger forward, hooks it through my panties and pulls them aside, completely exposing me. All the breath escapes my lungs and I lift myself up on my elbows and look down at him.

I can’t believe this is happening!

He’s inches away from my pussy, and as I look down, I see just how wet I am. I knew I was excited, but I didn’t realize how much. My lips are glistening and Chris looks like he’s in love.

“You shave,” he says, as though he’d been wondering to himself. “Fucking sexy.”

He doesn’t even give me a chance to answer. He buries his face in my pussy.

The sensation hits me like a truck. Every muscle in my body tenses and my back arches up off the bed. He presses his tongue against me, touching every part of me at once. But he doesn’t move it. He doesn’t do anything. He just applies pressure.

He’s giving me a chance to get used to it. How does he know?

I feel suddenly self-conscious. No man has gone down on me in an eternity, and I wasn’t expecting this at all. What if he doesn’t like it?

But when I look down between my legs, and see his eyes looking up at me, I see that my fears are completely unwarranted.

“Mmmmm,” he moans, his mouth wrapped around my pussy. Then gently, I feel his tongue probe inside me.

“Oh, God!” I gasp, grabbing the bed sheets with both hands. But I can’t keep my eyes off him as he slides his tongue in and out of me like he’s fucking me with it. And he’s looking at me too. I can feel a connection here beyond the pure, animalistic lust that’s taken hold of us both.

I’ve never had a man do this before, but the feeling is overwhelming. I can’t believe it’s happening. A guy like Chris – I would have thought he’d have grabbed me and told me to suck his dick before he’d go down on me. But I guess I was wrong. Everything I thought about this man is turning out to be wrong. But I can’t think about anything right now – not beyond the feelings between my legs.

Chris’s hands grab my thighs and squeeze, pulling himself closer to me. His tongue pulls out of me and caresses each of my lips in turn. Between my own arousal and his mouth, I’m completely soaked. Then his tongue moves up.

The feeling as he flicks his tongue across my clit is almost too much to bear. I cry out and with both hands, grab the back of his head and squeeze. I can’t help it.

“Oh my God, Chris!” I shout in a whisper. “Oh my God! Oh my God! Oh my God!”

I know what’s about to happen, but I just can’t believe it. I’m going to cum. He’s been down there less than a minute and I’m already about to explode. It’s just not possible, but there it is. I can feel the heat, the pleasure, the pressure building inside me as he flicks the tip of his tongue up and down on the most sensitive part of my body.

His lips are wet and shining and his eyes are still locked on mine. I’ve got a handful of his hair, however much I can grasp, and I feel the orgasm hit me like a bomb going off.

“I’m fucking cumming!” I yelp, unable to contain myself. My hips buck against his face, but Chris holds me tight against him, not letting me escape. “Oh, shit!”

The words tremble out of my lips as my legs spasm and start to quiver uncontrollably. My entire body arches off the bed as my muscles go tight and even though all I want to do is stare into his eyes, I can’t control it. My back arches and my head tilts back as I cum. Waves and waves of pleasure radiate out from between my legs. I can’t even feel Chris’s tongue anymore. All I can feel is the complete intensity of the strongest orgasm I’ve ever had in my entire life as it completely overwhelms my body.

I feel Chris grunt and moan as I cum. He’s loving it, and that turns me on even more. I feel so comfortable around him already. My body is his and he knows exactly what to do with it.

As I start to come down, I collapse down against the bed. I’m sweating. I’m a mess. And with perfect timing, Chris knows exactly when to lift his tongue off my clit and give me a breather, which I desperately need after what he just did to me.

I hear Chris stand up and something else happening, but I’m too dazed to even process anything right now. I hear his footsteps though and feel him coming around the bed beside me. My eyes are closed, but as I open them, I completely lose my breath.

Chris is naked, standing above me with the biggest dick I’ve ever seen in my life. And he’s completely hard.

It can’t be possible, I think as I look up at it. But it is. It’s long, at least as long as my forearm, but not only that – it’s thick. It’s like he’s got a baseball bat between his legs and he’s ready to destroy me with it.

It looks ready to burst already. I feel my mouth water as I see the veins coursing through it and the drip of shining pre-cum about to spill out the tip. He gives me no time. He steps forward and presents his cock to me. I look up and open my mouth obediently as he slides it in.

It barely fits. It’s warm and hard against my lips and I can taste the sweet, salty pre-cum as it spills out onto my tongue, causing my mouth to water even more. I swallow, wanting desperately to know what his cum tastes like. I open my jaw as wide as I can to accept as much as he gives me.

He presses his cock deeper into my mouth, and when I think he’s going to stop, when I can take no more, he keeps pushing. My throat tenses, and I try to back up because I’m going to gag, but Chris’s not having any of that. He grabs a fistful of my hair and pushes my head down, forcing more into my mouth and throat.

Without thinking, I grasp his thighs with both hands and try to push him away. But Chris pushes back and drives his cock into my throat. No dick has ever been this far down my throat before, and I feel myself ready to gag. But just as I’m about to, Chris releases me and pulls his cock back out.

I gasp for air. Chris rubs the back of my head and neck with approval.

“Good girl,” he says, his voice filled with lust. “Fuck yeah, you take that cock real well.”

Part of me feels like I should be pissed. I mean, he just forced his dick down my throat and almost gagged me. But I don’t feel pissed – I feel proud. That cock is huge, and taking it that far is no easy thing. Instead of being angry, all I want to do is swallow the entire thing.

Hungrily, I grab the base of his dick and jam it into my mouth, wrapping my lips around the thick shaft. I swirl my tongue around the head before opening my jaw as wide as it will go. Using my hands, I grab the back of Chris’s thighs and pull, forcing myself down onto his cock.

But my eagerness isn’t going to matter with what he’s working with. I get almost halfway down before I actually do gag this time. I pull back, coughing and sputtering, spit and pre-cum dripping off my lips.

“Fuck yeah,” Chris roars. I try again, desperate to swallow his entire length. But I can’t. I cough again, gag and have to pull back. But Chris is obviously loving it. “Don’t worry. You’ll get there.”

“I’m going to practice,” I say quickly without even thinking.

“Let’s see how well your pussy takes it,” he says. Before I can react, he has his hands on my hips. Like it’s absolutely nothing, he pulls, twists me around so I’m lying in front of him, my legs spread, my pussy open and ready for him. He grabs my thighs and spreads me open even more. I’m completely his, vulnerable and ready to be taken.

Bending his knees, he brings the tip of his cock to my pussy. Gently, he pushes forward, spreading me ever so slightly with the thick, swollen head of his cock. But he doesn’t put it in. He teases me, doing circles with his hips, pressing his cock against the opening of my pussy. I can barely take it.

“You want my cock?” He asks me.

Fuck, he talks like a pornstar!

All I can do is nod. My eyes plead with him. It’s what I want. It’s what I need.

“Tell me then.”

“I—,” I stammer. “I want you.”

“Say you want my cock,” he corrects me sternly.

I’ve never said anything like this. The words make me feel dirty…and I like it. I look up at him and take in his body. It’s a work of art above me. I feel his hands on my hips, holding me tight, and the tip of his cock just teasing my pussy. And then I open my mouth.

“I want your cock,” I tell him.

The words are barely out of my mouth when Chris drives his hips forward and shoves his entire cock inside of me. I yelp and try to pull away, but Chris has a hold of me and there’s nothing I can do. It hurts – but so good. I’ve never felt anything like it before.

“Fuck!” I shout, unable to contain myself. “You’re splitting me open!”

Chris’s only reply is a grunt of approval and satisfaction. He knows what he’s doing to me, and that turns me on even more. I can’t help but look down at my pussy. His cock is completely inside me and I can’t believe it. I would never have guessed something that big could fit. But Chris knew, and he knew he had to give it to me quickly, before I had a chance to wriggle away. And then he starts to thrust.

I feel full. I feel like I’m about to tear in half. I feel more vulnerable and dominated than I’ve ever felt in my entire life. There’s literally nothing I can do but lie here and take whatever Chris dishes out. I’m completely fucking overwhelmed, and I’m in Heaven.

I can smell him. I can feel every inch of him inside me. He’s rock hard – so hard I can’t believe he’s not already cumming. With each thrust of his cock, I feel his balls slap against my ass, and the sensation drives me wild.

Chris moves his hands from my hips and takes my hands in his. They’re strong and I feel the rough skin and calluses on his palms. He reaches past my hands and grips my wrists, pulls me into him as he thrusts into me.

He’s fucking the shit out of me!

I never think things like this – I never talk the way I talk with Chris. He’s bringing something out in me that I never knew was there: a dirty girl.

I feel my lip curl up as the intensity takes me over. I’m breathing hard, almost grunting as Chris fucks me. My stomach is tense as I prepare myself for every thrust. The pain is still there, but the pleasure is overwhelming. I can feel another orgasm swelling within me and can’t believe it. This is not normal for me. Normally it takes a while to get me off, but I’m already about to cum again!

A bead of sweat drips from Chris’s face onto my chest and I reach up and squeeze my breasts with both hands. I’m on fire for him. Chris drives his cock into me and growls at me.

“Look at me,” he tells me.

I do as he says, and when our eyes meet, it drives me over the edge.